Zhuo Wenjun's digital poems

Sima Xiangru, a famous poet of the Western Han Dynasty, was deeply appreciated by Emperor Wu of Han for writing such good articles as "ZiFu" and "Shanglin Fu", and after Sima Xiangru was used as a lang, he suddenly felt that his value had doubled, and he felt that his wife Zhuo Wenjun was not worthy of himself. However, he felt that it was difficult to divorce his wife bluntly, so he wrote a letter to his wife, asked for directions, and tried to do it.

Zhuo Wenjun thought every day at home, looking forward to it every day, and it took five full years to receive this letter from her husband, which was really like a treasure, she opened it and looked at it, there were only thirteen numbers on the letter:

One two three four five six seven eight ninety million

Zhuo Wenjun was not an idle woman, she was an extremely intelligent talented woman. These 13 numbers of letters, to others, are as doubtful as heavenly books, and Zhuo Wenjun quickly figured out its mystery: 13 characters, from small to large, only one "billion" word is missing, and the word "billion" is the same as the "meaning", and no "billion" is not to cut off the meaning of husband and wife?

Zhuo Wenjun saw her husband's number game, bent her mind to divorce herself, it was really sad, her thoughts were long, her feelings were fluctuating, and she immediately wrote a reply:

"After a parting, the two places hung each other, saying that it was March and April, but who knew that for five or six years, the seven-stringed piano had no intention of playing, the eight-line book could not be passed on, the nine links were broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion looked at the eyes to wear, thinking in all ways, thinking in a thousand ways, and helplessly complaining to Lang. Thousands of words can not be finished, a hundred bored lai ten yi column, heavy nine to see the lonely swallow, August mid-autumn moon is not round, July half burning incense with candles to ask the sky, June Futian everyone shakes my heart cold, May pomegranate like fire partial encounter cold rain watering flower end, April loquat is not yellow I want to be confused about the mirror, suddenly hurried. In March, the peach blossoms turn with the water, drifting zero, and in February, the kite line is broken. Hey! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you would like to come to me as a man for a woman in the next life! ”

Zhuo Wenjun cleverly concatenated the text according to the numbers in Sima Xiangru's letter. Write the heart of the husband and the feelings of resentment to the heart. Sima Xiangru felt guilty after reading it, remembering Wenjun's feelings of eloping with him, so he changed his mind and took Wenjun to Chang'an, and the husband and wife loved as before, until a hundred years.